>>5890673You hurry to the tall, white figure’s side, and look out to the throng which remains here to see you off. You wave to your mother and father, and to whining, wailing Muffins who they must hold back. Poor guy! Tears well up in your eyes knowing you haven’t been away from him for this long since… Well, EVER. You know he’ll be in good hands, though, and even now your mother casts a soothing spell akin to <Calm> upon him, and he lays down and lowers his heads, though all still watch you. You bid farewell to the friends you’ve made here—to Priestess Clanirae, Laskar Endingray, and to the Elder… Even to Sylvare, and to the other girls.
You think you see the shine of predatory eyes at the edge of the clearing—Oncyth’s eyes?—but they’re gone when you look again. You’re sure it will be fine…
Finally, you step into the column of radiance which ahs already swallowed up the visiting goddess. You turn around to see them al one more time, but from within the light is brighter even than from without. They are nothing but faint, grey silhouettes. A moment later, you feel a disorienting lurch upwards and they are gone.
The sensation of traveling to the moon is… Odd. You aren’t sure what you expected, really. Traveling through a <Dimension Door> is a simple step forwards, barely different from any other journey by foot save for the tingling sensation of magical relocation during that brief window of time when you occupy the portal’s space. <plane Shift> was… A whole other matter, a total transposition of the self that is hard to put into words, and honestly much more dramatic than what you now experience. The moon, after all shares corporeal space on the material plane with Earth itself-simply an orbiting satellite of the world below it. But <Plane Shift> also didn’t LAST this long. This journey is not instantaneous. THIS feeling you have time to really appreciate.
Yeah, right. ‘Appreciate’.
You feel as if you’re flying upwards under some unseen power for a moment, and then the sensation… Inverts. Suddenly, you are falling—FALLING!—an incredible distance, at an impossible speed. Terminal velocity be damned, you are pulled down by a gravity beyond gravity, at a speed that should surely shred you as the wind whips at you. You cling to your hat, and scream, but the sound is ripped away by the roaring sound. Luckily, attuned to the Elemental Plane of Air as you are, you are effectively immune to such things. Nor, you note, is the Princess of the New Moon in any way troubled by her travels, but then she IS a goddess.
